A Race To Our Graves Poem by Margaret Austin Go

With eager eyes
we spin the dice
Nebulous haze
Frantic gaze
Gates agape
Let's start the chase

Everybody's in for the craze
There's no time to waste
Flushed faces
Biting snares
Constrictor snakes
We rush in till we cascade

Not to realize
This is but a masquerade
Chasing our tails
In a daze
We stumble

Life ask you to be in control of your pace
Stay calm, at ease and humble
Do not listen to all the drunkard's tales
because no one's going to pay for your bail
Do what's right
until we reach the finish line
With dimes in our eyes
Prepared
for a deep slumber in our graves